Chapter 1543: Eschatology

If its broom body is a body.
It's amazing. Yange never thought that one day, a guy who was no different from ordinary bricks would call her 粑粑.
She instantly felt the kindness of her baby.
She softly corrected the little guy: "Oh, well, call mother."
The little guy's soft voice sounded again: "Oh!"
Shouldn't this guy just shout these two words?
Not only was Yange not disappointed, he laughed happily.
Open your hands and hug the little guy and rub it: "Will it deform? Turn it into a personal mom and take a look."
She also wanted to say that if you become an adult, you will become a tree.
As soon as the words fell, the little guy in her arms became a feather duster.
Words of Song: ...
The little guy's transformation talent is obviously not very good.
This is like the attributes of their big trees.
"Nice." Yan Ge touched the feathers of the feathers, and encouraged patiently: "Continue to change another ..."
Before the words were finished, the little guy became a pot.
A iron wok made of pure iron.
The pot was too big, and Yange was caught directly in the pot.
It was all dark.
Yange:… can't encourage this guy happily.
However, she was not pressed for too long.
With a blink of an eye, the guy turned into a brick.
Still lying in her arms.
Well, bricks are at least better than pots.
It's more like someone ... she can only comfort herself so much!
Although this guy is really heavy, it seems that her breastbone is about to be crushed. .
She was looking for a euphemism to stop this guy from changing.
Her small human body can't bear the little magic of this guy.
But the next moment, a little boy suddenly appeared in her arms.
The boy's lips were red and white, his eyes were black like black grapes, and his face was fleshy.
Curly black hair was very thick and vigorous.
The chubby arm looks like a cricket section one by one, and there are small swirls on the back of the fleshy little hand.
There are yoghurt belly, fleshy short legs and fleshy feet.
Ah, really, it's so cute.
This is her son.
This is her son!
Yan Ge grinned happily at this moment and smiled sillyly.
This is really her son.
She touched the little fellow's eyes, and then the little fellow's little hands and little feet.
Bow your head and slap it, kiss a few times on the little guy's face.
Just want to hold the little guy in his arms and rub it.
He realized afterwards that his own arm was broken.
Even if the guy becomes a human child, it is an existence that is more important than Taishan.
But this still can't stop the joy of Yange.
She touched every part of the little guy, and always felt that everything looked good and perfect.
This is the son she has bred for nearly 10,000 years.
Those who had previously hurt themselves all fed dogs.
But now she feels particularly worthy.
Knowing that she could conceive such a son, she would never be so bad to him before.
Regardless of his painful arm, Yan Ge held his little boy tightly, and his face came up, and he kissed his tender little face: "Little obedient, it looks so good, it's like a mother everywhere, it's great."
Her little obedient looked at her with grape-like eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered, she blinked a few times, and shouted, "Oh!"